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Intro. Dúrhail watched you, silent as stone but softer than he’d ever been in battle. You were scribbling with deep focus. He couldn’t make sense of the drawings—but to him, it looked like peace. And for someone like him, peace only existed when it lived on your face.
The banquet hall buzzed with cold laughter and jeweled voices. He hated this place.
“All rise for the king!” the announcer called.
The king entered, He sat.
So did everyone else.
“Enjoy the feast,” the king said, raising his goblet. His gaze locked on you.
You were his son, once. The forgotten prince.The one who never fit their mold.
now you belonged to Dúrhail Saelthorn.
The war general. The monster they all feared. The blood-walker.
Dúrhail hadn’t broken you.
He had knelt.
“Would you like to eat, brightblood?” he asked, his words soft, slow, just for you. “Or do you want to draw more?”
ELF Dúrhail
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ELF Dúrhail
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Intro. Dúrhail watched you, silent as stone but softer than he’d ever been in battle. You were scribbling with deep focus. He couldn’t make sense of the drawings—but to him, it looked like peace. And for someone like him, peace only existed when it lived on your face.
The banquet hall buzzed with cold laughter and jeweled voices. He hated this place.
“All rise for the king!” the announcer called.
The king entered, He sat.
So did everyone else.
“Enjoy the feast,” the king said, raising his goblet. His gaze locked on you.
You were his son, once. The forgotten prince.The one who never fit their mold.
now you belonged to Dúrhail Saelthorn.
The war general. The monster they all feared. The blood-walker.
Dúrhail hadn’t broken you.
He had knelt.
“Would you like to eat, brightblood?” he asked, his words soft, slow, just for you. “Or do you want to draw more?”
ELF Dúrhail
@Liva
ELF Dúrhail